Dreams are meant for the basis of Once Upon a Time stories. But why are my dreams Once Upon a Tomorrow? Then why did I have to see my parents' deaths before I even knew it was true? Why did God not tell me I was partially psychic? I could've prevented their death or something. I could've told someone. I could've helped… My parents had a chance and I blew it. I was their only hope and I didn't do worth shit to save them. I was completely responsible.

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I was sitting in the backseat of my grandpa's police Cruiser by insistence. I should feel like a criminal. My grandpa was Chief Swan in this town. I really needed to try and persuade him to retire. My dad, Robert Channing and my mom, Bella Swan/Channing had died in a murder case in small town of California. Now I'm an orphan and going to live with my grandpa, Charlie Swan. "You know, this reminds me of when your mother came to live with me when she was seventeen. Oh, Renee and her new boyfriend, Phil, had been traveling too much for her so she let Renee and Phil have their fun and left." Grandpa reminisced. I loved hearing stories about mom, especially now that she's gone. "She used to have this serious boyfriend the first year that she stayed with me but, well, he left her. It tore her to pieces; spent months inside in solitude, writing to his sister and not sending it. It was horrible but she eventually got over it and left here after graduation. She went to Italy and that's where she met your father!" Grandpa cried out in joy. I laughed and nodded. "Oh, she's got to be happy now, up in heaven. That girl…she used to love to think of heaven." Grandpa said, a tear shedding down his cheek.

I smiled sadly and nodded. "She's happier than ever now, no doubt." Grandpa said and sighed, swiping away his tear. I pulled my legs up to my chest and nodded. "She is, Gramps," I told him quietly. "She is happy; I know she is." I said, louder so he could hear. Gramps nodded. I love my Grandpa and I always will. Boy, he and I are close. He says even closer than he and my mom were. I'm happy that I have somewhat of a best friend in this world. But did I deserve one? Did I deserve someone who loves me as much as him? It was a simple answer; no. I had done the worst by just doing nothing. I knew it was coming; a robbery. And still I just sat around doing nothing! I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. I didn't deserve what I had.

I was going to live in my mom's old room. I was sixteen as of yesterday. I dropped my duffel bag onto the bare mattress. My stuff was already sent here in boxes. I opened the first box and stared straight at my parents' faces.

A photo frame of my parents' wedding picture was sitting atop my clothes. My knees buckled from beneath me and I was about to cry when I remembered this; I hadn't cried yet and I didn't deserve to. I couldn't cry. I didn't have the right to. I was almost as much of a murderer as the person who actually shot my parents. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. I was strong; I could go without crying. And so I did. I didn't cry. I eventually stood up and pulled out the photo. I hung it up in my room. I felt like one of those sick bastards that keep pictures of their victims hanging around. I hung up my family photos and pictures of my childhood around. Then I unpacked my clothes in the dresser. I sighed in sadness as I finished up packing. I finally unpacked my laptop. It had an animated wallpaper of a roaring waterfall and wildlife. I plugged the laptop in and then plugged in the USB plug for my wireless mouse.

I shut the screen on the laptop and then noticed the late hour. 12:30. I had school tomorrow so I had to get to bed now. But I'm more of a nocturnal person anyways; I won't be well rested unless I got to bed at a late hour. It was some odd malfunction, I think.

Dream:

Cold hands pinned my arm behind my back. It was painful the way that she turned my arm but I didn't cry out. Instead I laughed. I always laugh when I'm in pain. Then I remembered something my mom told me; "If you ever find someone who has cold hands and red eyes…call out this name:" She had told me. Then I recognized the name. I knew him from school. Why call him out? "EDWARD!" I screamed. Suddenly a boy with bright bronze hair was in front of me. His hair was a wild mass of beauty only to match the color of his eyes. He reacted to the scene so quickly I barely caught a glimpse. But the cold person behind me reacted back with me in her arms. I closed my eyes tightly and struggled beneath Victoria's grip. Then she did something remarkable that sealed my fate; she gripped my chin and turned it abruptly to the side, snapping my neck with a loud audible Snap! I instantly saw black for the rest of my dream.

I gasped awake, clutching onto the bed covers beneath me. Cold sweat had erupted on my skin and my dark brown hair was plastered to my forehead. I noticed the clock beside my bed and stood up from my bed. 4:30; it was enough time to take a nice cold shower. So I began to strip in the bathroom. I was thinking over my dream that had proven my fate. But from what per say? Who was Victoria? Why did she…Kill me? I stepped into the cold shower, shivering beneath the stream of liquid bullets.

I soon grew accustom to the temperature. "Ren; Lucy's waiting for you outside!" Charlie called up to me excitedly. He hated motorcycles but my Lucy had been proven innocent by me so long ago he was happy I had this one joy in my life. I grinned beneath the water and quickly finished up my shower. My pale skin was illuminated beneath my dark frame of black and brown hair. My chocolate brown eyes were inherited from my mother and my high bone structure from my dad. He had always looked like a girl to anyone and I laughed at that always. My face was a mixture of square and heart shaped bone structure. I began to blow-dry my hair and watched as the brown became a gingery red before my very eyes. The natural black highlights were spread throughout my hair subtly, giving it a crisp look. I straightened my hair and then blew dry it again. It was perfect that way. My hair was only chin-length and curly around my face. I only brushed the top of my head and then my wispy side-swept bangs.

"I'm coming!" I called down the stairs. I pulled on a faded, tired red T-shirt V-neck and a pair of black fishnet arm warmers without the fingers. I pulled on a pair of jeans and then finished off the look with my tight black motorcycle jacket. I left it open and the top collar-button dangled in front of my collarbone. I pulled on my pair of black and white high tops and rushed down the stairs. I had this air of danger around me that I loved. I checked myself in the entrance way mirror and grinned at myself. I never wore makeup but I did have an average beauty that I turned dangerous. Lucy was my black 1981 Yamaha SECA XJ750R and I loved her to death. I kept her in pristine condition ever since my dad gave her to me on my fifteenth birthday last year. She was my transportation. I went over to grandpa grabbed an apple, stuffed it in my bag, kissed Grandpa and kissed his cheek before leaving with my shiny black helmet tucked under my arm. "See you later, Gramps," I called on my way out. I climbed onto Lucy and kicked the kickstand from beneath her to support by my feet. I felt my hands down her slowly and closed my eyes in ecstasy. I breathed in her fueled scent and sighed it out. "Time to go to school, baby," I whispered to her.

I revved her engine and pulled my helmet on before lifting my feet and tearing off down the street. My hair was completely tucked beneath my helmet and even if I did get helmet hair my short cut would allow it to be perfection in a storm. Then it started raining. "It is Forks, after all." I said to myself beneath the helmet and made my way down to the parking lot of the high school. It had been twenty three years since my mom left this town and now I was going to stick for a while, just to catch a feel on her. Because this town…it had her presence all over it. I could practically hear my mother.

Her voice told stories of this town in sadness but in the actual town, it sounded happy. She loved her father and as many times as she denied it, she loved this town. One boy had broken her heart but this town had mended it back together. I listened intently to the wispy sound of my mother's voice that was the wind. It spoke easily to me. I was absent as I parked Lucy. "Who's the new guy?" I heard a grizzly voice chuckle. Then I heard a light giggle. "You'll see," A melodic voice giggled. I had parked right next to a silver Volvo and a large Jeep. "Obviously new," I heard another woman's voice say. I kicked down the kickstand and departed from my beautiful love. I pulled off my helmet and shook out my short hair so that it held slightly in front of my hair. Almost to add the effect, a flash of lightning illuminated the background. I hung my helmet on Lucy's handle and gave her a soft stroke before turning and beginning to walk away. The grizzly boy was standing in awe while the black haired pixie was giggling and Edward was chuckling. Wait, EDWARD?

I blinked but didn't turn around. "I can't hear her thoughts." Edward said, suddenly serious. And that's how I knew it; I knew that if I were to touch them, their skin would be ice-cold. I pulled out my apple and bit into it as I entered the office building. They were insanely fast, insanely strong (if my neck snapping was any indication), and somehow…just somehow…I knew that they enjoyed blood. I'd have to keep my distance. If they enjoyed blood, wouldn't that make them vampires? Were they? I slapped my long talon-like French-manicured nails onto the desk top in order to pull the secretary's attention towards me. "Oh, hello!" She cried out in surprise. I smiled and nodded. "Hi, I'm Ren Channing; I'm here to pick up my schedule?" I offered. The secretary nodded and began to pull out a few sheets of paper. "Here's your sign-slip; have your teachers sign that; your schedule, and a map to the school." The secretary said. "Oh, and welcome to Forks High," She said. I nodded, smiling softly and she seemed to swoon. Everyone seemed to do that. I had this enchanting bit of beauty that allowed it to be so.

I turned swiftly and exited, biting out of the apple again. Soon enough I was done and I tossed it into the trash bin. I checked my schedule as I began to go in the direction of my first class. I made it in no time. I handed the teacher: Mr. Warner: my sign slip and he sighed happily. "Welcome to Forks, Ren," He said jovially. I smiled and he let out a gust of wind as if he was winded. I bet he was.